Artificially concussed, excavating to your gastric core,Patulous, deep wounds, cascading and crimson as I explore,Master at my bloody art, I like to carve sculpture and maim,Mounted on the freezer's geurney, you're exhibited until you enter into decay...

Pultacious...Pugnacious...Delicious...Gastric-idiopathology...

Welcome to my theatre, the stage upon which I act,Turning into a sumptuous perfomance, heiniously I hew and gash,Churning out a deep gulch, the incision a major nick,A quick toke of nitrous oxide is how I get my kicks...

Expurgating healthy tissue, opulent flesh I slit,Costate cuts expunged as the patient I now fillet,Malpractising and mussing, carnage hyperventilates,Self placebonic, the only is operate...

Contaminating, infacting, how I love to cough and sneeze,On the carneous culture, to cause bacteria to breed,Anaesthetised, paralysed, a clinical stupor is induced,With callous dexterity your bodily mass is reduced...

I extract the gullet - to end up in my bucket,A quick flick of my wrist - and I'll be struck off the list